Virtual Sex-Chapter 7

After I got home, I really gave it to Mike about trotting around in VP wearing my Hotstuff avatar.

His response was, “So? It’s all bullshit Joanie. Disneyland for adults. None of its real, hon.”

Well, it might not have been real to him, but it was very real to me. It had to be. Why else would I be so fucked up over some guy that floats around on the computer screen?

For the first time in our married life, we went to bed mad. He was pissed that I felt it was real, and I was pissed that he didn’t.

The next morning was mostly silent as Mike fixed breakfast as he usually did, but without the normal banter between us. It saddened me that it had come to this, but the computer had a hold on me now, much like a drug addict shaking for his next fix.

I was so relieved when Mike pulled out of our driveway heading for work in Manhattan. I used to hate it when he had to go all the way downtown because it took him away from me longer.

But, today was different.

I quickly poured myself a cup of coffee, and even brought the pot next to the computer so I wouldn’t have to get up again and miss a single second with my Prince.

A fresh pack of Marlboro Lights and I was all set.

I logged in and fell into the fishbowl as usual. My heart stopped when I clicked on his name and it said he was in the ‘love shack’ which was private room for lovers.

Son of a bitch!

Oh, this was real world now for sure. I stood outside the love shack and tried every combination I could think of that he liked to use. Everything from ‘hot sex’, ‘cock4u”, and ‘loveu2”…nothing worked.

I kept fucking around with letters, scrambling them around until one clicked.

As clever as he was, only he would simply use his name. ‘Greg’.

I typed it in and found myself lying on a bed next to some girl who was snuggled under his arm.

“Who the fuck are you?” I asked in my fiercest tone.

“Pooh. I’m Pooh and you are?” Pooh? What was she…12?

“I’m hotstuff and you’re with my man. Get your ass outta here bitch!”

Ok, I get that I was more than a little nuts at that point, but I had been through a lot of shit to get here, and I wasn’t about to leave!

Masterful spoke up, “Hey babe…calm down. Pooh and I are old friends. She just dropped in to chat for a minute. Besides, I wasn’t expecting you until later.”

Just like real life, he had an answer for everything.

None the less, Pooh and I had it out for another ten minutes while he left the room. I knew during our ‘fight’ that I was now certifiable.

Two cups of coffee later, and a half pack of cigarettes, Pooh got beamed up and Greg landed on the bed next to me.

I never knew exactly how powerful words on screen could actually be, but in seconds…I felt his tongue in my mouth, a finger in my dripping pussy.

My chest began heaving and I heard myself breathing as he slipped his big cock in my delicate but experienced pussy.

Again, my warm pussy twitched and began trickling my fluids down my ass. I was so hot and wet, my little dog ran and hid under the bed.

I was burning with desire and completely beside myself when he typed those magic words, “Cum for me, baby!”

OMG! My legs trembled as my juices squirted to my knees!

He just kept fucking me hard, and shocked me when he rammed it in my ass!

OMG…OMG!

Cum poured from my pussy like a water faucet.

I thought I was going to faint as he typed that he was ‘cumming 4 me’..

I was breathless after round one which only took 17 minutes. My head spun when I realized I had at least nine more hours of this before my husband came home.

Oh, shit.

I knew at that moment this had become much more than I bargained for. I also knew that I had to leave my husband.

Can I really do that?